I met a girl in bar and she looked like a steamroller
She wore a vest of leather, on her neck a spiked collar
She came to my table, and asked me "Would you mind
if I have a beer, can I leave my coat behind?"
It's a situation where you don't know what to do
if you're straight and not in-to the Butch Dyke Blues

She introduced herself, and told she works as a truck driver
She had another beer and she bought me too a cider
She told me she likes kendo, and she had a motorbike
I thought "Oh my God! This chick must be a dyke!"
She's Lesbian and wants to have a company to do
but I'm married and not into the Butch Dyke Blues

We had the third drinks and she called me to her apartment
She said me she loves me and she wants to have appointment
I said "I'm no blue feather, so let's be just friends, okay?"
She cried and she said me, "You're sweet, so I can say."
I hope I didn't break her heart, but all that I could do
was to turn down an offer to the Butch Dyke Blues